The crook of his neck is a deep sea cavern
— dark, secret, warm and unexplored
until this moment, and now happily

She could waste away here with her face
buried close, his smell crisp and delicious
as apples and hand soft against her back

Her body is full of static energy that reacts
to his touch 'til it feels like she is about to
spark and slow burn like expired firecrackers

This is the feeling I've waited for, she realizes
her ear is pressed to his chest and she listens
to the pulse and thank goodness, it is racing too